I find sad people with beautiful bodies extremelly appealing, and I try to make them sadder by removing their hopes on whatever sadness cause they have. It's almost automatic. It's not like I'm evil or something (I try to help people the most I can, and bring them problems the less possible). But, now and them, this happens, and it's like I feel sexually attracted to sadness (Yes, I feel a strong urge to have sex with someone expressing sadness).

I hate who I am. Story begins a year ago. I had a good paying job. Then my pay was garnished for a credit card I thought I had paid but apparently didn't. My family continued to expect my financial contribution no matter what. I never told anyone about the garnishment instead I turned to internet pay day loans that got so bad I used my sisters I'd to continue these loans. It got worsei then decided to use a coworkers I'd to aquire a loan because I ruined my credit. September I was caught by detective and lost my job.I attempt suicide but survived. I was sick over this. I cashed my retirement in and paid everything. Fortunately I have not served time. The damage has been done I have ruined things enough that I can't get a job anywhere. I hate myself and what I have done and now become.

I did not think even for a nanosecond that my life would become so miserable. It was all due to a single mistake, which I did. I agree that my mistake was no small. But even then, it is very much easy to forgive my mistake. The things I did not were not at all done consciously. And I am sure God knows that. I was in complete chaos; I did not realize my duties, responsibilities towards my family, and the world. I thought I must only do what I liked in the life. I did not think about my parents, who have worked hard endlessly, to make me lead a happy life.In my selfish motive to live my life, I stole my friend's laptop and mobile. Afraid of returning it, I threw them away. My parents paid the lost amount to them, but it hurt them and me. I will never ever repeat any mistake in my life. I did not think about how it would hurt my friends, if they found that I was a bad guy. I was completely selfish, 100%. Those made me do a serious mistake, which almost ruined my career. Sorry... Sorry....

I yearn to be with a girl who cheats on me and lets me know as part of our relationship. It really hurts to not be complete like your inner self wants.

i do drugs. smoke, pills, whatever. I also wouldn't mind doing cocaine. i dont care if i get addicted, im terrified of dying but i dont want to live as myself---i dont want to be me. I used to be talented, musician, artist all this stuff...now im a screw up and can't seem to do anything creative or with substance.

I confess that I have an urge to kill. I don't know why i have these feelings, the realization was so sudden, I had to grip my desk. I don't have any real plans, or even a preference for who I want to kill. I'm disgusted in what I've found inside of me, being a moderate christian. And not only that I'm christian, but because I don't have a reason to kill or hurt anyone. I'm employed, I love my job, have many friends and I'm in good health. People tell me that I'm a decent guy: I volunteer at an animal shelter, babysit friends kids cause its fun, and although I love the job I have,My dream career is to be a florist. But every once and awhile, my heart sorta just freezes up and I want to burst out of my skin. And then I want to kill people. Its hard to describe the feeling, because it doesn't come with any images of death, or delusions or anything like that. I just get the feeling that I know what I want, and that's it. For now, I'll keep chasing my dreams of being a florist.

I found a $100 bill while I was out walking to get my coffee today! It was so neat and I was sooooo happppyyyyyy! But I couldn't tell my boyfriend because he's terrible with money and would expect me to hand it over or blow it all on stupid shit. I want to be able to have happy moments like this with him and have him be happy with me but I can't because he can't ever be happy for me about anything it seems. I went to the casino with him; put $10 in a machine and won $250. Was so happy but couldn't tell him because he would have gotten bent out of shape and pouted and made life hell until I handed it over. And then he'd put it back into the casino and keep spending until there was nothing left. I wish it was different. It would be nice to have someone to celebrate with. Someone who could really be happy that I'm happy. I'm keeping the hundred bucks though as backup money. I just love looking at it though! It was so neat to find it! Yay for me! :)

i had three one night stands in two weeks and all of them are with people i know and will see again. i also went ahead and kissed a stranger i met on the street while traveling across france and almost went home with him. i felt so bad after the third one night stand, after i got home the next noon i almost cried. and i just lost an intern today.